I don't know why I like writing going-away posts. Maybe I think the world will miss me for this brief period of time, maybe I want it to feel unable to function for a bit. I'm only human, dear world, and I happen to get unreasonably excited about new places. Maybe it's because it's like an entire package of newness, new food, new people, new beds, new bathroom tiles under my bare feet. New atmosphere. There's something weirdly nice about having to survive all the newness with only yourself to depend upon. I feel old at times like these. Not aged, but familiar. I'm the only thing I know reasonably well amidst this landscape of strange things.
Sometimes I feel old and childish at the same time. Like now. I'm executing cartwheels inside because I'm going away with a bunch of wonderful people for three days.
I will bring you stories,
And bleary-eyed photos
Like a regular tourist.
1 day ago
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Have fun!! Can't wait for the stories/photos :-)
bon voyage
Very good. Many stories, many photos.
Look forward to it all.
where exactly are u going?
will wait for the usual beautiful photos!
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